<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354</id><updated>2012-01-08T10:10:41.041-08:00</updated><category term='Measure'/><title type='text'>Quercusone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-6276272704634483272</id><published>2010-04-26T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:26:02.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cucking the Cocky Dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/S9W-VOxYumI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_kFia1WnI88/s1600/swim-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/S9W-VOxYumI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_kFia1WnI88/s320/swim-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464482994835733090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my plan worked. I wore the swimsuit that shows my big dick off and the little swimmer girl took the bait......she couldn't swallow all of it.......but she tried. From my previous post you'll recall the hot girl that swims on my club team and her big dicked boy friend. Well the first few days I wore my cock flaunter of a suit she didn't show up. But finally she made it one day with the bf. After the workout I started talking to her and...well...the bf was not happy. He kept trying to get her to leave. Finally she did. When I got back to the locker room, I made sure the bf got another look at the dick that was bigger than his and was gonna nail his girl. And since I was a little excited from talking to her, my dick was a little chubby and hanging about 8 thick inches. When I left the locker room, I ran into the girl...I'll call her Tina, again in the lobby. She was waiting on her bf and so I chatted her up some more. I joked that her bf was busy showing off in the locker room and she laughed and said yea, he had the biggest dick she had ever seen. I told maybe she should take a look at mine sometime and tell me how I measured up. She laughed and I decided to take off and leave her thinking about that. Well, she must have thought about it...............Long and Hard.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-6276272704634483272?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/6276272704634483272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=6276272704634483272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/6276272704634483272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/6276272704634483272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2010/04/cucking-cocky-dude.html' title='Cucking the Cocky Dude'/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/S9W-VOxYumI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_kFia1WnI88/s72-c/swim-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-9142767434657700154</id><published>2010-04-07T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:38:01.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.....I'm back....again......With a little story that just happened. There is a girl where I swim my work out that I talk to occasionally. She's just my type, a lil petite thang. And she like to ware bikinis to swim her workout....She looks damn good. Well, She has mentioned a boy friend and I finally saw him a couple weeks ago. He was with her at the Whole Foods.....short, pudgy, bald dude. And so in my fantasy, she needs a tall, fit guy, hung like me...haha! I flirted with her a bit and I could tell he was not happy with that. Well, the bf was a swim workout yesterday and from the looks of his speedo, he was packin'. And he seemed to be showing off his bulge.  After the workout I walk into the shower and there he is showering with his curtain open (private shower cubicles at this place) and yea, he had a big dick dangling between his legs....5 to 6" maybe. Not as big as me, but bigger than most. But again, with his curtain open he was digging showing off. I head over to my shower cubicle and shower and head back to my locker. Guess who is at the locker beside me???....Yep......so I drop my towel and he does a double take at my big, thick 7" flaccid cock. I don't think he'd seen anybody bigger than him before. After he got a good look, he looked up and saw that I had caught him. I've now made it my mission to fuck his girl.......I can't wait to fuck her with my bigger cock. I love putting cocky guys in their place......is that so wrong of me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I generally try to keep my cock somewhat hidden....although I can't really hide it. But this swimsuit is what I wear when I want to show it off.....Guess I'll be wearing this the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/S7ze-gm9IfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/B_RWQk81A9E/s1600/81509-q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/S7ze-gm9IfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/B_RWQk81A9E/s320/81509-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457482013952778738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-9142767434657700154?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/9142767434657700154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=9142767434657700154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/9142767434657700154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/9142767434657700154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2010/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/S7ze-gm9IfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/B_RWQk81A9E/s72-c/81509-q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-9141536989857897647</id><published>2010-01-20T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:08:53.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/S1dUtKEjiXI/AAAAAAAAACw/ADbB7tG3D54/s1600-h/11-29-09-q-art3-bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/S1dUtKEjiXI/AAAAAAAAACw/ADbB7tG3D54/s320/11-29-09-q-art3-bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428901010592729458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more "artsy" sorta pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-9141536989857897647?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/9141536989857897647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=9141536989857897647' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/9141536989857897647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/9141536989857897647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-more-artsy-sorta-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/S1dUtKEjiXI/AAAAAAAAACw/ADbB7tG3D54/s72-c/11-29-09-q-art3-bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-3905335094568941704</id><published>2009-11-02T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:17:34.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/Su8GFb3QtSI/AAAAAAAAACo/NmcO62fo4Ok/s1600-h/9-7-09-bike-1-art-q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/Su8GFb3QtSI/AAAAAAAAACo/NmcO62fo4Ok/s320/9-7-09-bike-1-art-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399541168689165602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-3905335094568941704?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/3905335094568941704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=3905335094568941704' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/3905335094568941704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/3905335094568941704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/Su8GFb3QtSI/AAAAAAAAACo/NmcO62fo4Ok/s72-c/9-7-09-bike-1-art-q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-4795678396063354731</id><published>2009-08-12T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:39:12.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while.....again. But since my last post, I've spent a glorious month in Europe. 10 days in Amsterdam, a week in Copenhagen, a week in Berlin and a few days in London. I had sex in Vondel Park, Amager Field park and of course the Tiergarten....doesn't everyone....haha! Other than that, I just rented a bike and rode around the various cities like a local. I highly recommend seeing any city by bike as it completely changes your perspective. I always thought of Berlin as spread out because when I'd been there before it took quite a while to get anywhere on the U-bahn. But on a bike, it took only 20 to 30 minutes what would've taken 20 -30 minutes on the U-bahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm back in Dallas now in the 100 degree heat. I would say I'm going to blog more....and that is still my goal. But like my dad always said.......I'm a lazy, good for nothing bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Qi/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-4795678396063354731?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/4795678396063354731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=4795678396063354731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/4795678396063354731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/4795678396063354731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-1801571040734422767</id><published>2009-06-07T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:02:46.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many people are asking about my ethnic background. Although I consider myself just a regular white guy, a big part of my heritage is French cajun and German cajun......yes there are German cajuns. I also have a fair amount of Scottish and a little Czech in my background.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geaux Tigers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/Siwq3ZmB48I/AAAAAAAAACY/Dx-zk4NmgoM/s320/lsu-1q.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344693989033501634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-1801571040734422767?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/1801571040734422767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=1801571040734422767' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/1801571040734422767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/1801571040734422767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2009/06/many-people-are-asking-about-my-ethnic.html' title=''/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/Siwq3ZmB48I/AAAAAAAAACY/Dx-zk4NmgoM/s72-c/lsu-1q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-1476660982593191636</id><published>2009-05-17T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:43:06.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Measure'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/ShBangKst5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8CkZSV7zkEQ/s1600-h/measure-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/ShBangKst5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8CkZSV7zkEQ/s320/measure-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336865193130243986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-1476660982593191636?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/1476660982593191636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=1476660982593191636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/1476660982593191636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/1476660982593191636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/ShBangKst5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8CkZSV7zkEQ/s72-c/measure-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-5565000434288373620</id><published>2009-03-30T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:13:04.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How y'all all? I've been on vacation in out West Texas. Now I know what you're thinking..... But it was the Big Bend area of West Texas.......very beautiful area. I also went to Marfa which is at about 5000 foot altitude and is fast becoming a new "Santa Fe". Lots of artsy types are moving there which is transforming this little (2000 people)  town into a trippy West Texas rancher meets New York artist wierd thingy. Here are some pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iconic Water Tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFRHKjnxmI/AAAAAAAAACA/8jhij-Xexgo/s1600-h/marfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFRHKjnxmI/AAAAAAAAACA/8jhij-Xexgo/s320/marfa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319121818435962466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan Flavin Permanent Installation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFRG9D2oTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fIdGseqoqIc/s1600-h/low160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFRG9D2oTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fIdGseqoqIc/s320/low160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319121814813057330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donald Judd Permanent Installation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was the first artist to move out here in the '70s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFRGmNoebI/AAAAAAAAABw/vlU3Fr_Rex4/s1600-h/IMG_3892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFRGmNoebI/AAAAAAAAABw/vlU3Fr_Rex4/s320/IMG_3892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319121808680057266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiking a Slot canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFRGboZFGI/AAAAAAAAABo/O8Hp5F7DErM/s1600-h/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFRGboZFGI/AAAAAAAAABo/O8Hp5F7DErM/s320/115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319121805839504482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the River road along the Rio Grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFQt8MlJ8I/AAAAAAAAABg/l-ldM6vO7jY/s1600-h/081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFQt8MlJ8I/AAAAAAAAABg/l-ldM6vO7jY/s320/081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319121385084495810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunset in Marfa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFQtsLTUoI/AAAAAAAAABY/L7ZZOJSgQCc/s1600-h/066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFQtsLTUoI/AAAAAAAAABY/L7ZZOJSgQCc/s320/066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319121380784165506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y'all Come Vists!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-5565000434288373620?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/5565000434288373620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=5565000434288373620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/5565000434288373620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/5565000434288373620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-yall-all-ive-been-on-vacation-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SdFRHKjnxmI/AAAAAAAAACA/8jhij-Xexgo/s72-c/marfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-151237728443673048</id><published>2009-03-09T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:47:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey all, sorry I've been negligent in updating my blog. I'll try to be more diligent....but don't count on it....haha....no, really I will......I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an interview I did for a Big Dick blog called Manx10.  Below is the link to the actual blog and interview with some pics.  Steve features all sorts of amature dudes with big dongs. Some maybe bigger than me. Q says check it out, It's Wankerlicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manx10.com/index.php?s=quercusone&amp;amp;submit.x=0&amp;amp;submit.y=0&amp;amp;submit=Search"&gt;http://www.manx10.com/index.php?s=quercusone&amp;amp;submit.x=0&amp;amp;submit.y=0&amp;amp;submit=Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't want to leave the friendly confines of my bulge...ur...blog....then below is the interview sans the pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*1)* When you posted your first video as Quercusone, what was your motivation? Were you just showing off, or did you already know you wanted to turn this into something?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;The first time I ever posted was on an amateur site called newbienudes. That was in June of '05...I know because that first pic is still posted there. I had been looking at the site for a while but never considered posting. But then my gf decided she wanted to show a friend of hers a pic of my dick....that's a whole other story that I’ll put in my blog (which you can access for free from my web site)... So I took the picture and I decided to post it on NN. Well, the response was immediate and very positive. Boy, I sure got an ego boost from that. The next day I posted another....and another....and I'm still posting there. Now I was just having fun but then people started telling me about people taking my pics, which I didn't watermark at the time, and posting them as their own on other web sites. I was flattered but at the same time tried to stop them when I could. Then web masters started using my pics to promote their own big dick web sites and even selling some of my pics. That’s when I decided that if my dick could make money, I should be the one getting that mullah.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I’m not getting rich…or even making enough to live on. It’s just a little bit of extra cash. I have had some porn companies offer to make real movies with me but I have a good real job that I love. I work for myself and make pretty good money so I’ll probably never do real porn. Although I suppose everyone has their price…..make me an offer…haha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*2)* At what point was your popularity high enough that you noticed it, or felt it was different from your peers?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;I guess I kind of answered this in the previous response.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*3)* You've filmed some of your sexual encounters now. How was that? Do you approach it differently than your solo videos? How did you bring it up with your lady friends?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;Getting girls to agree to be filmed is tough. And I date normal girls…no strippers, etc. But I’ve been able to convince a couple of them to let me roll the cameras as long as their faces aren’t shown. And as you can tell by my vids, they are not really setup or thought out. Its just basic fucking, bad lighting, very amateur which I like. Its more real than the plastic like stuff the porn industry puts out. I guess other people feel that way too…what with the explosion in amateur porn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*4)* You've got a sizable male fan base that aren't quite sure whether they're supposed to be watching you or not, which admittedly is part of the appeal. But recently, you addressed a guy verbally in one of your videos. What's your current stance toward your male viewers?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;When I first started posting pics I noticed the responses were 80% guys. I mean, we guys are visual animals. We like to see big dicks, big tits, etc. I consider myself straight…I’ve never done anything with a guy and don’t imagine myself ever doing anything…..but I have always like looking at big dongs. I think there are a lot of straight guys like me but many of them will never admit looking at other guys dicks. Anyway, I’m not homophobic…I have some gay friends....and no, they don’t know about my wiener. So I don’t mind gay guys watching or commenting at all. I enjoy getting my ego stroked by guys too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*5)* Ever slept with a member of your female fan base?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;Early on, when I first started posting I hooked up with a couple of girls and one couple where the hubby watched…and stroked himself. I was never comfortable doing this. I guess I’m too much of a nervous Nellie. So I haven’t done it in a couple of years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*6)* You sell some of your personal items at your website. What's the big mover, product-wise? I'm guessing your briefs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;Yea briefs and jock straps. And the custom vids, like the one you mentioned earlier where I was addressing a guy, are pretty popular.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*7)* Of all the clips you're selling at Clips4Sale, what's your own personal favorite performance?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;The first fucking vid, “Fucking the Saturday Night Pick Up”. It’s just raw. We were in bed and she finally said yes to the camera so I grabbed it, set it on the bed behind me where you just see cock ramming pussy, and took off fucking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*8)* Ever jerk off watching your own videos?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;I haven’t jerked off but I do get a boner sometimes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*9)* Ever take pictures or video just for yourself, without posting them anywhere?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;No, I’m too much of an exhibitionist. Now there are some vids that don’t come out very well and so I don’t post those.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*10)* Any big plans? What's next?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;I’m not a big planning person. I just take things day by day. I would like to get a good web site of my own. Especially since clips4sale keeps a huge chunk of the proceeds from my sales. I hired someone last year to build one and they never finished and bailed on me. It was partly my fault because I was slow to answer their questions and approve things. So now I do have a web site but it’s pretty basic. I’m not an html guy and haven’t had the time to learn. I also have thought about T-shirts, underwear, etc with my logo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Qi/&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;on it. The Q is of course for Quercusone and the i/ is a man with a boner that’s bigger than he is….clever aye? Haha……Oh and maybe the dildo replica of my dick. I think that would be a big seller. But the upfront cost for a mold is super expensive and the do it yourself kits don’t work very well….I tried them. Don’t anyone hold their breath waiting for any of this to happen cuz in addition to all of my other stellar qualities, I’m a lazy bastard!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;Cheers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399"&gt;Qi/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-151237728443673048?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/151237728443673048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=151237728443673048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/151237728443673048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/151237728443673048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-all-sorry-ive-been-negligent-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-2975816068015900514</id><published>2009-01-13T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:09:11.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is one of my vid samples. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yuvutu.com/modules.php?name=Video&amp;amp;op=view&amp;amp;video_id=223198"&gt;http://www.yuvutu.com/modules.php?name=Video&amp;amp;op=view&amp;amp;video_id=223198&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yuvutu.com/modules.php?name=Video&amp;amp;op=view&amp;amp;video_id=223198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-2975816068015900514?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/2975816068015900514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=2975816068015900514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/2975816068015900514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/2975816068015900514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-vids.html' title='My Vids'/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-1990555494569598786</id><published>2009-01-07T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:09:04.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Realization</title><content type='html'>When did I realize I had a big cock?&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I was maybe 13 I discovered Penthouse forum. Maybe one of the greatest contributions to literature in the last 50 years..lol! Seriously, I learned a great deal from reading those "letters"...even if they were fake. And it seems at least one letter a month would refer to a "huge 8" cock" or some such. Now at 13 yrs old I hadn't really thought about my size yet. But during one of my Penthouse jack-off sessions I became curious as to how I "measured up". So I dug through my Mom's sewing kit and found a cloth tape measure. I was assuming I was about average...6" or so. I mean here I am a skinny, and I do mean skinny, pimply faced 13 yr old kid. So when I put the tape measure along my rock hard dick I was confused. How can this be...almost 9" long?? Surely I can't be that big?? Maybe the tape measure was not accurate. So I found one of those plastic grade school rulers that only goes to 6". Shit, I dwarfed that. WoW! I have a big dick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, by the time I was 16 it had grown even bigger....to the size it is now. 16 years old, 6 foot tall, 115 lbs with this thing hangin' between my legs. Quite a sight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-1990555494569598786?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/1990555494569598786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=1990555494569598786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/1990555494569598786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/1990555494569598786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2009/01/realization.html' title='The Realization'/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-6520576267631221704</id><published>2008-08-22T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:20:57.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning....losing my virginity!</title><content type='html'>Let's start at the beginning....losing my virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up my family used to hang out and vacation with two other families in our neighborhood. Basically, the parents would get together to drink and smoke while all the kids ran around. My best friend, lets call him Danny, was in one of these families. He was my age. Now Danny had an older sister, Angela who had blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs and was nice and thin....just the way I like 'um. But being 4 years older than me I didn't really consider her a possible g/f...or anything other than my best friends older sister. But when I was about 10 or 11 yrs old...maybe 12, all us kids played a truth or dare game. Now I'm fuzzy on the details, but I think it was put to Angela to tell if she was a virgin or to kiss me. Luckily, she chose the dare of kissing me....which sorta answered the virgin question...but hey, it was my first time to kiss a girl!! Well it was a long, hot summer..lol...and boy did I learn some things. Angela, who was 16 at the time to my 12, taught me how to "French-Kiss", and we practiced all summer. I've been told I'm a really good kisser. I credit Angela and all the practice she gave me. When school started back, things cooled between us. She was in High School and I was in Jr. High so I guess she figured it wasn't cool to fool around with me.&lt;br /&gt;A year or two passed and I started High School. I had really forgotten about trying to "make-out" with Angela. She wasn't around at the family gatherings anymore cause she was usually on a date or some such. One thing for sure, she was a hottie now. And at 14 yrs old my hormones were raging. So when I did see her, I would have to hide my huge boner! Not an easy thing to hide sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Summer rolled around again and Angela had graduated and I was gonna be a sophmore the next year. I really hadn't had a g/f. I had gone to dances and made out a little here and there. But that was it. But then one day I went over to Danny's house to hang out. But when I got there no one was home except Angela. She invited me in and we sat on the couch. Out of the blue, she started kissing me, just like old times. The difference this time is I had this erection that kept poking her in her stomach, in her thigh...damn, I think it poked her tit a few times. I was really embarrased about it and kept trying to keep some distance from her body while we kissed. Well she finall took charge and grabbed my dick through my shorts and started rubbing it. WoW! I my head was spinning! She kinda massaged it for a while and then started showing me how to massage her breats...always the teacher. She finally stood up and took me by the hand and lead me down the hallway to her bedroom and shut the door. She turned around and pulled off her shirt. Holy Crap! Nekid tits! Never had I seen real live nekid tits. Now they were small, but man oh man. My dick has probably never been harder. There was a huge bulge in my shorts and she was staring right at it. She walked over and yanked them down and my dick came popping out. Then she uttered the words I'll never forget.."Holy shit...that thing is gaint!" From my story before, you'll know I knew I was pretty big. But to have a girl who had "been around" tell you that, well now I had independent confirmation!&lt;br /&gt;She didn't waste anytime. She lubed me up, laid me down on my back and pulled off the rest of her clothes and climbed on top of me. She guided my head to her slit and then sank down on my pole. Slowly she took all of me in and then just remained motionless. It felt like my dick was in a vice. She kind of moved a little but not much, which was a good thing. Much friction and I would have cum right then. She was breathing pretty loud and scrunching up her face. Then without warning, she pulled off of me. She said she couldn't move on top of me. It felt like she was being paralyzed by my dick. That was another "first lesson". Having a big dick means limited sex positions. Anything other than missionairy usually is too much for most girls! Well she laid back and guided me in missionairy style, but kept her hand on my pelvis so I couldn't just jam it into her. She talked me through easying it in..slowly...inch by inch, I was finallt buried in her. I just started grinding away. No in-out. Just a slow methodical grind...still a technique I use today to let women get used to my size. Well I must have hit the spot cause she started cumming and crying and writhing! That was enough to send me off! I shot my load...she took my virginity...I was a man!!! WhoooHooo!&lt;br /&gt;We fucked the rest of the summer. But then her family moved away. I lost my best friend and my first fuck..damn it!&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the original question, I think Angela fucked because she could feel my "size" while we were making out. Maybe I'm wrong...but I know she kept fucking me that summer because of my size. She told me she had slept with 5 guys and seen probaly 10 other dicks and mine was way bigger than any of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me while I go take care of this boner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-6520576267631221704?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/6520576267631221704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=6520576267631221704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/6520576267631221704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/6520576267631221704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-beginninglosing-my-virginity.html' title='In the beginning....losing my virginity!'/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323298897254114354.post-6708039239175474632</id><published>2008-08-21T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:07:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SK284PSWnXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2_aFErY-LfA/s1600-h/6-13-face-1-q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SK284PSWnXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2_aFErY-LfA/s320/6-13-face-1-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237049616063962482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this blog and I said to myself, all is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323298897254114354-6708039239175474632?l=quercusone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/feeds/6708039239175474632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323298897254114354&amp;postID=6708039239175474632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/6708039239175474632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323298897254114354/posts/default/6708039239175474632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quercusone.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning'/><author><name>Quercusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144219315341143352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdIvQdS7GU/SK284PSWnXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2_aFErY-LfA/s72-c/6-13-face-1-q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
